CHAPTER 7 DANNY
I’m waiting by my front door when the Yukon pulls into my driveway. Gregory ushers her to my front door, and I grab her into my arms.
“I’ll be by at six tomorrow for pick up,” he says more to me than her since her face is smashed against my chest, and she’s clinging to me like she hasn’t seen me in years. “She has a make-up call at six-fifteen.”
I hide my concern in front of Gregory for her sake. She’s here now, and I wasn’t lying when I said I was here for her.
“Thank you,” I tell him, and he nods curtly before he turns to leave. He pauses, and he turns back.
“If you need anything…” he trails off.
“I know,” I say quietly. “Thank you again.”
He nods, and I get the very real sense that he trusts me. And something about knowing that the only person in her life who knows about us trusts me with her gives me everything I need to be whatever she needs in this moment.
I let her cling to me as I close the door behind him and flip the bolt. I hold onto her tightly and press a kiss to the top of her head.
“I’m right here,” I say again, and I rub her back as she starts to cry. “Hey, baby, it’s okay. If you don’t want to marry him, you don’t have to.”
“I just feel so stuck,” she wails. It’s the same conversation we’ve already had. We’re beating a dead horse here.
“I know. And if you need to go through with it, then you go through with it. It’ll be okay. I’ll be right here on the other side.”
“I don’t expect you to be,” she says, her voice trembling through her tears.
“I can’t ask that of you. I don’t know what other manipulations my dad will place on me.
I don’t know how long he expects this to last. I don’t know anything about anything, and I can’t force you to wait when the answers are all unknown. ”
“It doesn’t matter to me.” My words are backed with vehemence. “I said it once, and I’ll say it again. I would wait forever for you.”
She cries harder, and I hold her tighter.
It’s the first time in my life I found someone worth waiting for. I’m not going to let this little hiccup with her father get in the way of our happy ending.
I believe in us. I believe that there will be a happy ending down the line for us.
I just have no idea what it’ll take to get there.
While I was hoping for a fun night together, this is something else entirely.
But it’s still exactly what we need. It’s strengthening our bond and feeding us something we didn’t know we were hungry for.
It’s letting me show her that this isn’t just about sex. It’s about the friendship we built before we ever had sex. Sex is just the added bonus on top of the incredible relationship we’ve created.
We don’t stand by the front door all night. When she stops crying, I sweep her into my arms and carry her into the family room, where we sit together on the couch. She snuggles into my chest, and I hold her close with my arm around her shoulder.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Panic attack,” she admits.
“You mentioned once before that mental health was something you wanted to advocate for. Have you had panic attacks before?” I ask softly.
She nods. “My first was when I was eight. My mom helped coach me through it. When I lost her, they got worse, and I guess the fear of losing my dad or upsetting him or whatever is triggering to me. I’ve learned how to manage them thanks to the help of a therapist, but sometimes they pop up.
And the things you said…” She trails off as she shakes her head a little.
“I can still hear my mom’s voice. Breathe, Carrie.
Breathe. I’m right here. You told me you were right here, and it somehow instantly brought me back and calmed me.
It was like I knew everything would be okay because you were here. ”
I tighten my hold around her shoulder. “I am right here. Through this whole thing. Whatever it is. Whatever happens. However much it goes against everything I believe in when it comes to marriage…I’m here. Okay? And I’m not going anywhere.”
She leans back to look up at me. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I drop my lips to hers, and it’s a slow, sweet kiss that says everything we both need to say without the words.
Eventually I carry her up to bed, and I hold her against my body the whole night through. When the alarm rings at five, it wakes me from a deep sleep.
I usually sleep pretty well, but I think I sleep even better with her beside me than without.
I wish we could wake like this every morning. I wish a lot of things, but mostly, I just wish we could be like everybody else in love. That we could live free and clear of whatever rules her father put in place so long ago that she feels she still needs to abide by.
I’m trying to understand it all, but the more time I spend with her, the deeper I fall…the more I think she just needs to fucking stand up to him.
But how do I tell her that?
She’s afraid for him. He was just in the hospital.
She’s scared one wrong move on her part will put him back there, and I can’t blame her.
She already lost her mother. He’s the one parent she has left, and it must be terrifying for her to think about losing him, too—especially when they’re as close as they are.
She may not like everything he does, but since he’s also her agent, his life and hers are even more inextricably tied than most fathers and daughters.
I gently shake her awake. “Lex, you wanted to wake up at five.”
“Mm,” she says softly. She shifts her ass back toward me, and as much as I want to give her space for whatever it is she needs…I am still a man.
And I’m definitely up for the challenge this morning. Or my cock is, anyway.
She moans when I shift my hips against her ass, and that’s all the invitation I need.
I reach under her shirt and start massaging her breast, and she goads me on with more of her moans.
I pinch her nipple, and she offers more encouragement.
I lower my hand down into her panties since she slept only in one of my t-shirts, and she groans when I cup her pussy with my hand.
I part those sweet lips down below with two fingers, and I rub against her clit before driving both fingers into her.
She pushes her hips down to meet my fingers drive for drive, and I reach under her with my other hand to massage those sweet tits while I finger fuck her. Her moans get louder as she gets closer, and I shove my dick against her ass as he begs to break free from the confines of my boxer briefs.
I was trying to be polite when we went to bed last night since she wasn’t mentally in the place for sex. But this morning is clearly an entirely different story.
I press my lips to her neck as she arches back against me, and her moans are so fucking hot that I nearly lose it. I force myself to rein it in, still a little embarrassed about the first time we were together and I jizzed before I ever got the chance for her to touch me.
I can’t let that happen again…not when I need to be inside her as bad as I do right now.
She’s getting close, and I have the sudden need to feel her cunt pulsing around me as she lets go.
I pull my hand out of her and flip her onto her back so swiftly she barely has time to register what’s happening.
I climb over her and snap her panties off her body as I pull my dick out, sliding it straight into her as she wraps her legs around my back, urging me into her with her feet digging into my ass.
I drive into her, and she falls apart after only a few pumps in. I feel that sweet, sweet pussy as it clenches over me, her moans turning into cries as she clutches the sheets between her fingertips and comes hard all over my cock.
I watch her gorgeous face as it screws up, twisting in pleasure at the feel of me, of what we’re doing, of what I’m doing to her. God damn, I love making her come, and I love making her smile, and I just love her. Hard.
I’m hit with the realization that not only am I banging Alexis Bodega, but she loves me, and I love her. This wave of emotion plows through me as my balls tighten and the fire roars fiercely through me.
I start to come, a string of curses falling from my lips as I burst inside of her.
I drive into her a little harder as her body greedily milks every last drop of my come, and as I start to come down from the high and my body feels completely depleted, I collapse over her.
She wraps her arms around me tightly, holding on as if she never wants to let me go—as if she never wants me to let go, either.
And if she didn’t have somewhere to be today, maybe I never would let go.
But I have to.
I slip out of her, and it’s too dark to see my come as it slides down her slit, but I can imagine it, and I’m very nearly already hard again just at the thought of it.
I kiss her neck greedily, and then we both get up and head for the shower.
I tenderly clean her body, and she does mine, and it’s another first with her.
I’ve showered with women before, but never as a tender and loving act.
Everything with her is different, and that is why I don’t care how long it takes until we can be together.
I’m not going anywhere.